Some days to cry, 
to let it all out, 
to fight, scream and shout
with the demons residing inside.

 

Some days to weep
and drag oneself to sleep.
Some sobs silenced
in a mob of thousands.

Some dreams whose strings
are burning slow and dim, 
testing one’s patience
and faith to sustain.

Some fear in the silence
zoned out and zero.
We have to act as a hero
winning over all the negative.

Zoned Out

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